The Midnight Hour (Paranormal Mates Society 6)

The Midnight Hour (Paranormal Mates Society)
Second Edition
Isabella Jordan
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Copyright ©2016 Isabella Jordan

Spencer Kingston struggled to breathe, lifting himself from the exhausted woman who'd been sandwiched between him and her smiling husband. Grace had lasted for hours, taking both of their cocks into her curvy body, burning them with her sexual fire. They'd made her beg for more time and again, driving their cocks into her until she screamed.

Grace yawned and stretched, sleepy now. Carter Annis shifted her to snuggle against his side, allowing her the rest they'd denied her through the night. Her hair was a shining river of black that flowed down her back and over her husband's arm.

As much as Spencer admired Grace's raven locks, he was thinking about hair that was much different.

A beautiful shade of red.

Sitting up, Spencer pressed a kiss to Grace's shoulder and winked at her husband, Carter. His cousin's eyes swung to the clock on the bedside table and back to Spencer. It was only a couple of hours until dawn.

"Are you leaving?"

Spencer was already out of bed and pulling on his slacks. "I had a great time." Spencer always enjoyed being invited for a ménage a trois with his cousin and his wife. Last night's had been one of the most arousing ever. They'd pleasured Grace until way past midnight, tormenting her and pushing her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy, and she'd drained each of them several times.

Yet this time was different, unsatisfying in a way that was neither Carter nor Grace's fault. Spence felt restless. He wanted more.

"Get some sleep, old man," Carter told him, closing his eyes.

Spencer snatched up his shirt and the rest of his clothing. "You too," he threw over his shoulder as he headed out of their bedroom and down the hall to the room he always took when he stayed with them.

It wasn't sleep that he was interested in. No, Spencer wanted to know if she was out there.

Leaving the lights off, he dumped his clothes on the floor. He'd left his binoculars on the table by the window. Snatching them up, he used them to search the night for her. Was his mystery woman out there? Had she been watching him with Carter and Grace?

His cock hardened at the thought. He certainly hoped she had.

When he'd first arrived at their summer home in Cornwall Grace and Carter had told him that someone was watching them. Carter seemed uninterested. Grace believed it was someone from the mysterious group she'd once been a part of. They'd want to know how she fit into her new life and surroundings, she supposed. Neither of them believed there was any threat.

Spencer hadn't liked the idea initially. So what if they didn't pose a threat? He didn't want or need someone watching his ass and he wouldn't tolerate it. The stupid humans had to realize that their kind -- werewolves -- could easily sense their presence no matter how cleverly they believed they'd hidden themselves.

The first night Spencer was aware of this watchful party, but they weren't there for very long. The second night, whoever it was had lingered until Spencer wanted to tear down the walls to find them and rip them apart. The third night, he'd deliberately gone out on the grounds to search the shadows and put an end to this nonsense already.

And that's when he first saw her.

Granted, she was only a human, but Spencer had wanted her from the moment he spotted her, crouching in the darkness and trying to make her way off the property, a black cap covering her hair. Spencer had excellent night vision. Even in the dark he could see that the skin tight black cat suit she wore did nothing to conceal her lush curves. This lady was long and sleek with full breasts and a heart shaped ass that he'd love to sink his teeth and cock into.

He'd only caught a fleeting glimpse of her beautiful face that night. She was a fair beauty with large eyes and full lips that he had no trouble imagining wrapped around his cock.

Needless to say, he hadn't slept a wink that night.

The last two nights, Spencer had joined Carter and Grace in their bed. They'd invited him because it heightened their pleasure and he enjoyed it as well. Yet he'd derived something else from the encounters. It gave him release from the fierce storm of lust that had consumed him since the little spy had entered his awareness.

Carter shared Grace with him as he often did. Only Spencer hadn't seen Grace as he ate her pussy or pushed his cock into the tight ring of her ass. No, he'd seen the woman from the shadows in his mind.

Spencer wanted this woman and he meant to have her. He just needed to find some way to draw her out.

Ah, there she was. Spencer watched her climb into her small, black car just outside the gate in front of Carter's home like she'd done the night before. Not a bad idea since people often parked there for a short walk to the beach. It was also secluded enough if they wanted to stay in the car for a romantic rendezvous.

She yanked off her cap and her glorious red curls came spilling out. Spencer's fingers itched to sink into that hair, to spread it across his pillows as he drove his cock into her.

Are the curls covering her pussy the same color? Or does she shave? He couldn't wait to find out.

What was she doing now?

Spencer grinned, watching her shift behind the wheel of the car that she hadn't started yet. Her full lips fell open as he watched her hands working in her lap. Spencer could only see her from the waist up but he had an idea he knew what she was doing.

His little beauty was masturbating.

Spencer's cock turned to stone, watching her squirm and toss her head in the car. Oh, this was too good. So she'd like what she'd seen, had she?

Even though Grace had warned him that members of the group she'd once belonged to were not allowed to approach their subjects, Spencer was confident he could get this little lady to bend the rules. After all, Grace herself had done it. Wasn't she now married to Carter and part of their pack? She'd made the choice to meet him. Otherwise the prophecy that had predicted that she'd come to them to determine the new alpha and be his mate wouldn't have been fulfilled.

Spencer wasn't a big believer in fate and prophecy. He made his own way. If he wanted something, he found a way to get it.

And he would find a way to get his beautiful redhead.